I have listened to "Brandy (you're a fine girl)" at least twenty-five times the past two-ish days. It's catchy. I never realized what a catchy song it is. Especially when I listened to the words, not just the chorus. Kind of sad, about lost love. But it's masked behind a tune that reminds me of a beach party with tikis and oranged leather skin holding strawberry daquiris and various iced beverages. And pink lipstick on bright 'n white teeth. See, I just played it again. On my way home from Ryan's house tonight, I tuned into the radio and the song came on. A bit static-y but that is to be expected from the North shore. Pukey North shore. Non-pukey boyfriend.
Odd. It's been almost seven months since he and I started dating. Where did the time go? August 13, 2008 was our first kiss (shut up, yeah, I remember) on Cedar Beach in the evening, when no one else was around but the sea creatures and the sand fleas. An awkward kiss (like most first ones are) because I wanted it, but I suck at making first moves, and he wanted it but I suppose he was too nervous to just go for it. So, we wound up tip toeing around it for an hour laying in the sand, full from our Italian food, me getting eaten alive from sand fleas and making conversation that would fill the still awkward silence because it is only the third date. And now, seven months later, all we do is kiss. The end.
He and I have been watching Nip/Tuck. Like most people, Ryan is hooked. I got him started on it, just like Andrew, Melany, and I hope Jen. It's a good show. Yes, it has gotten outlandish, but one can't help but to watch and keep watching. The beginning of the fifth season made me upset because I wanted it to be a good one. And further into the season, I just can't get enough. Nip/Tuck is one of those shows that I've followed from the very beginning and I won't stop until it is the end.
What else? It's been a while since I've written in this fangled thing. What have I been up to? I work thirty plus hours a week, I am at school for at least ten hours a week (including commute), I have a full-time boyfriend...yeah, this is all where my time goes. I work so I can afford things. But I'm not seeing too much of my money lately. I work a lot, but this month I owe my mom all of it. And what I don't owe her, I owe Verizon. So, this month is my slow time. I mean, I'll still owe half of my earnings each month to mother or corporation, but I will have the other half to spend. I have plans. I want a desk for my room. I need a new cell phone. I want a new TV. I want a Coach wallet. Yes. Reptar wants a Coach wallet...or is at least contemplating one. Not sure why...but I like a few of them that are out there. And I figure it will last me a very long time. The wallet I have now I spent $10 on and it lasted me six years. Sure, I don't have to spend $300 on a wallet...and chances are I won't own one anytime soon because I'd feel like a major fuck walking around with an expensive wallet when there are bigger issues in this world, far more important than expensive things. There is the old Reptar I know. That you know. Everyone can breathe again.
But work is good, I guess. It's work, right? I don't like working past 4pm, so my 9-5 today was slow. It gets slow around 3 and then it drags for the last two hours. Less people come in, and it's also around the time when the many high schoolers work. So, it's dramatastic. And some of the girls are really condescending and still preoccupied with useless high school matters. And I dislike osme of these girls, and I'm sure some of them dislike me. But I dislike them because they disliked me first. I start out liking everyone equally. But there are some people who want to be snooty just because you don't look pristine. Yeah. I'm guilty for not giving a shit what I look like at work. Duh, to an extent I care. I don't look dreadful, but when it comes to applying make up, I don't care so much. As far as I'm concerned, I get up way too early in the morning and run around way too much at work to wear make up. It will just clog my pores and make me look bad. I care about working, making my money, and looking good for my boyfriend, where I actually care if I'm half decent.
I had a few more points to bring up but I should really get some shut eye. I have to get up and do homework tomorrow. This was a jumble of paragraphs with no real flow. Let's cap: I like listening to cheesy songs with taste, I remember exactly what Ryan's mouth tasted like the night of our first kiss(es), work is for queers, I'm tired.
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
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